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"
You
must
not
make
compliments
unless
you
mean
them
.
"
"
It
’
s
not
for
now
.
Watch
for
the
side
road
.
It
will
say
‘
Moorcroft
.
’
"
It
did
,
too
,
and
the
nice
thing
about
that
lean
spindle
end
of
Long
Island
is
that
the
rain
sinks
in
and
there
is
no
mud
.
We
had
a
doll
’
s
house
to
ourselves
,
fresh
and
ginghamy
,
and
nationally
advertised
twin
beds
,
fat
as
muffins
.
"
I
don
’
t
approve
of
those
.
"
"
Silly
—
you
can
reach
across
.
"
"
I
can
do
one
whole
hell
of
a
lot
better
than
that
,
you
harlot
.
"
We
dined
in
greasy
dignity
on
broiled
Maine
lobsters
sloshed
down
with
white
wine
—
lots
of
white
wine
to
make
my
Mary
’
s
eyes
to
shine
,
and
I
plied
her
with
cognac
seductively
until
my
own
head
was
buzzing
.
She
remembered
the
number
of
our
doll
house
and
she
could
find
the
keyhole
.
I
wasn
’
t
too
buzzed
to
have
my
way
with
her
,
but
I
think
she
could
have
escaped
if
she
had
wanted
to
.
Then
,
aching
with
comfort
,
she
drowsed
her
head
on
my
right
arm
and
smiled
and
made
small
yawny
sounds
.
"
Are
you
worried
about
something
?
"
